The Disgraced Heiress: A Love Lost

not for me, but begging for forgiveness. For years, they had seen me, Ava Stone, as nothing mo

n Chloe and me, to see who could secure the most venture capital. The winner would get a ten perce

data centers. Even my fiancé, Liam Miller, put up a brand-new AI patent, declaring to reporters and distingu

hey eagerly accepted, scrambling to put up almost everything they owned. My parents called me "craz

. They conveniently forgot Chloe had taken my place years ago, framed me repeated

possession-under his heel, sneering, "I, Liam Miller, would never marry a failure like you. Our engagement

, being tortured at a recycling plant-a "piece of junk," as my mother called him-my father kicked me, de

lly time, isn' t it?" But it was my smile that unsettled her. Liam, eager to secure his future, dropped t

in cheers, showering Chloe with praise and assets. Chloe gloated, "You bet your

the state for science. And also the national top scorer for science in t

over a money transfer, paralyzed. Chloe snatched at the tab

led out my competition awards and university acceptance letters under my real name, the lights dim

hen delivered the final blow: his paternity test from twenty years ago confirmed Chloe wa

ecycling plant, converting it into an animal rescue center. On Christmas Eve, I hosted a quiet d

inst me. Liam, facing bankruptcy, tried to crawl back, but I made him pay every outsta

ological mother' s machinations years ago, protecting me while Grandpa secretly supp

walk it, a tribute to my foster mother, a promise that